Phone Phun

So, since getting my phone stolen at a bar that our director told us not to go to, I had decided that I would go without a phone for the rest of the time here. But then the cell place had a christmas sale, so I got a really cheap one and they gave me the same number. however, apparently some guy named george is the one who stole my phone, because within an hour of getting my old number back, I got a lot of phone calls/text messages from pissed off Marshallese people confused as to why I was answering my phone and wondering what on earth had happened to George. I have no idea, but I decided I wanted to hunt down this George and get on him for stealing my stuff. So, the next time a Marshallese person called my phone, I gave the phone to Amanda, my host sister, who proceeded to have a long conversation with the caller. Afterwards, I asked her what had gone down, and all she has to say is, "Oh, that was my aunty. She know where your phone is, I know where she live, we'll go get it tomorrow." Another testament to how small this country is: one of the people trying to contact my phone thief just happens to related to my host family, an "aunty' nonetheless, although it's difficult to discern the actual familial relations here and saying that someone is your "aunty" doesn't always mean much.